I dreamt you came back and told me you love me still.
I woke up wearing your sweatshirt, hugging my pillow, in a sweat.
I wept.
I couldn't breathe at the thought of you.
I still can't.
My throat closes up sometimes but others, I go numb.
I panic and look at my nightstand.
The ring was right where I left it, I put it on.
Your sweatshirt still smells like you.
Old Spice, and cigarettes.
You smell like home.
You feel like home.
I miss grazing your cheeks and playing with your hair and listening to your heartbeat.
I remember the rhythm of it.
Somber whispers and silent kisses.
Solf moans and heavy breathing.
I miss you.
Call me.
xoxo, lily